“What happened after your aunt died?”
“The night after we buried her, I left.”
“Why?”
“I had my reasons, Sir.”
Kronos slapped her ass with his hand instead of the paddle. “Stop fighting. Tell us everything. Hold nothing back.”
Tears welled up in her eyes. “My uncle came in drunk and tried to rape me. Simple as that.”
Nash’s rage poured out of him. The green smoke burned around him like acid.
Relax, jinn. We’re a long way from why she won’t bind with us.
If I find the bastard, he’ll wish he were dead.
I’ll help. But we have to keep our heads in the game if this is going to work. “Did he rape you, Eve?”
“No.”
Kronos questioned, “What happened?”
Eve closed her eyes tight.
Nash leashed the homicidal anger inside him for her uncle. “Take your time, but we need to know everything, little one. Don’t you trust us?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Let me know the hurt that has been with you all these years. Share it with me.” He leaned in and kissed her. Her lips fluttered against his mouth. “Tell me. Let me help ease your pain.”
Her body shook violently. “I killed him, or I think I did. We were in the kitchen, and he leaned me up against Aunt Penny’s stove. I took her favorite cast-iron skillet and swung it as hard as I could into the side of his face. He fell down to the ground. I saw blood coming out of his mouth. He didn’t move.”
Nash hated pushing her so hard. If he had more time, he would’ve nudged her memories free with less force, knowing there would be more nights to ease her deeper. But they didn’t have more time. The window of opportunity was closing. So, he plowed forward.
“What happened next, Eve?”
Her reply seemed to take a lifetime to arrive. “I ran. I don’t know if he lived or died. And don’t care. I got away.”
Kronos sat the paddle down and rubbed her shoulders.
“That feels so good.”
Nash leaned in and whispered in her ear. “You know that wasn’t your fault, my love.”
“I know that.”
“Had your uncle ever done anything like that while your aunt was alive?”
“No, Sir. He’d been like a father to me until Aunt Penny passed away.”
Kronos stepped forward, handing the paddle over to Nash. “I’ve got some questions of my own.”
Nash nodded. “Let’s take the clamps off her breasts and the one off her clit. They’ve been on long enough.”
He removed all the clamps and watched Eve’s pupils dilate from the fresh blood rushing into the tips of her flesh. She moaned like a purring kitten. A lightning bolt of lust shot down into his dick from her sighs of pleasure.
Stepping back behind Eve, Nash looked at her round, perky ass, now bright pink from the angel’s paddling.
“You told us that you left Zone Three because of the tripling with Jared and the monsters you saw later.” Kronos cupped her chin. “Was there any other reason?”
Eve paused. “No, Sir.”
“That’s a lie.” Nash swung the paddle and brought it down on her backside’s softness. How he wished he could spank her with his open palm, skin to skin, but that would have to come later. He would not be able to control himself if he touched her so intimately.
Kronos continued, “Let me try again. Was there any other reason that you left Zone Three?”
“Yes, Sir. I was afraid that you and I were getting too close.”
Nash rubbed her back. “Now, that’s the truth. Good girl.”
“Why were you afraid of getting close to me, sweetheart?”
“Things were getting serious. Relationships have never been my strong suit.”
“My love, you’re avoiding the question.” Nash rubbed the paddle against her ass. “Feel this? Don’t make me slap you again with it. Tell us everything.”
“Yes, Sir. I thought if Kronos and I got too close, it would hurt more when it ended.”
“Excellent, sweetheart. That earned you a kiss.” Kronos leaned forward and planted his mouth against hers.
Nash saw her skin flush red. No energy yet, but still a good sign.
The angel ended the reward. “So you ran, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And now you’re here. Surely you’ve learned more about me. Do you think I would leave you?”
“Not without a fight, Sir.”
“And Nash? What about him?”
“Same as you. He wouldn’t leave unless David ordered him to, Sir.”
Her words made Nash’s gut tighten. Her faith in him shocked him. David would never understand what Eve needed. No matter how many immortals the archangel might parade in and out of her bed, her only chance of binding was with him and Kronos—no others. Nash knew the truth of it down to the center of his existence. He’d never thought much of vow-breakers, but soon he’d likely be one. Should this final attempt to open Eve up for a binding fail, he and Kronos had devised a secret plan to kidnap her from the Ranch. Once out of the Alliance’s reach, they would resume their attempts to bind with Eve.
“So, you never knew your father, your mother abandoned you when you were a child, your aunt died, leaving you with an uncle who you thought cared about you but obviously didn’t, and then you were on your own.”
“That about covers my history, Sirs. I don’t know what else to tell you.”
“Memories are a funny thing. I bet you have some of your mother. Don’t you?”
“I don’t remember much before going to live with Aunt Penny, Sir.” Eve’s red energy vanished. Her tone chilled. “You’re both immortal. What do you remember when you were first born?”
Fuck! Nash’s gut tightened. “Why are you angry, little one?” Kronos’s questions seemed to be getting close to the decisive point of what she really feared to share.
“I don’t know, Sir. I-I’m confused.”
“Are you afraid of remembering?”
“Yes.”
Nash sent to Kronos, She’s blocking something. When you get close to it, the red disappears.
Like some kind of protective blockage. Yes.
That’s got to be it.
The angel transmitted, So, if we can get her to face it, open her up to it then she’s free of the invisible anchor and she can bind to us.
Right! Nash felt they might actually have a chance to get through to what held Eve back.
We have to get her energy to burn high and bright. That means getting her heated up sexually more than ever before. When the red is at its fullest, we hit her with the questions in rapid fire.
Got it!
Once she opens up, we form the triangle and get her to bind to us right then.
Nash had never met a more capable and intelligent warrior than Kronos. He wondered what it would be like fighting shoulder to shoulder in battle with the angel. He might learn sooner than later if Eve didn’t bind to them. If this didn’t work, they would steal her away. No one, not even David, would take Eve from him and Kronos.
Nash sent, Let’s do it.
Chapter 15
Shivers ran up Eve’s spine. Red dots danced against her eyelids.
Kronos’s hard questions and Nash’s wicked punishments had ended, thankfully. She decided that their interrogation style of sinful cop-wicked cop needed some tweaking. But who was she to complain. Two hot men whom she’d come to care for had her naked and bound up to the hook in the ceiling for their pleasure. They’d created an addiction inside her for the subspace of their making. A place she could lose herself to bliss.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” Kronos kissed her cheek.
Her ache for them was so strong—so overwhelming. “Sir, please keep touching me.”
“I want your pussy nice and wet for my dick.” Nash’s voice deepened with hot lust. “That what you want, too, my love?”
She gulped. “Yes, Sir. Please.”
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p; “Greedy vixen.” Nash fondled her intimate crevice with his fingers, sending little trembles down inside her.
If she was going to hell tomorrow when David returned, tonight she wanted to touch heaven with Kro and Nash.
“Kronos, those clamps did a number on her breasts. Wouldn’t you like to lick away her suffering?”
Her swollen peaks still burned from the clamps’ grip. She couldn’t imagine how she could bear Kro’s mouth there, but she also couldn’t imagine not having his lips on her chest. Her breasts heaved with an aching need.
She felt Nash’s finger slip between her folds. Her body hummed in anticipation.
“She’s wet, but I think she can get even wetter.” He dropped his hand to her thigh, igniting sparks wherever he touched.
She could feel Nash stroking her thighs, little touches designed to tease and not satisfy.
Kro stepped up, his blue eyes full of want. Pressing his mouth tight to hers, his kiss besieged and occupied her down to her toes. His tongue pierced past her lips and lingered. Feeling Nash’s touch on her thighs and Kro’s velvet jackhammer in her mouth, Eve lost herself to time and space. Now was the only moment she needed. Let tomorrow never come.
She could feel her wetness seeping down her thighs as Nash’s finger grazed her clit. Closing her eyes, she felt red fire jet through her.
Kro unlatched his mouth from hers. His blue eyes fastened onto Eve with a ferociousness that startled her and reached down to her pussy.
As if on cue, she felt Nash spread her folds with his fingers, causing her clit to throb. “God, you’re so wet. Kronos, I have an idea.”
The wickedness of that last statement caused her skin to stand up and tingle.
“I’m game. So is Eve, I’m sure. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”
She nodded, even though doubt needled at the back of her head. What on earth did Nash have in mind?
He walked over to his infamous case and pulled out some washcloths, scissors, some kind of can, and a straight-edged razor.
“I like this idea, jinn.” Kro turned back to her and sent a sinful wink. “Let’s shave her close.”
Eve shuddered. She’d always kept her pubic hair trimmed nice and neat. Shaving her mound? Never. Trusting someone with a straight edge against her sensitive flesh, even Nash, terrified her.
“I-I’m not sure about this, Sirs. What if your hand shakes or I jerk suddenly?”
“Trust me, my love. I won’t damage that beautiful pussy one iota. We’re going to take our time. Kronos, can you conjure a bowl of warm water?”
She watched her angel shoot a sphere of blue light into his hand. In the next instant, a glass bowl with steaming liquid appeared. He squatted down on the floor and placed the water at her feet.
“Couldn’t you use a safety razor at least?”
“No. Wouldn’t get close enough.” Nash sat down next to Kro on the floor.
Eve looked down at the two men at her feet about to remove every hair from her mound. They stared at her secret flesh like art enthusiasts looking at a masterpiece. She took in a long slow breath.
“We’re going to go slow. This isn’t something that you do in a rush.” Her jinn sounded like a naughty professor lecturing a class. “First, we need to scissor-cut her to about a quarter inch from her skin. Kronos, will you do the pleasure?”
He nodded and took the scissors. “She’s pretty trimmed up already. I’ve never seen a more beautiful pussy in my life.”
Eve beamed with pride. She tilted her head down to look at her would-be barbers and found them absentmindedly stroking their cocks through their pants. Knowing that they responded to her so strongly pleased her.
“Angel, get rid of any loose hairs.”
Kro leaned in. All she could see now was the top of his head, but she could feel his hot breath on her engorged folds.
Snip. Snip. Snip.
She bit her lip as her desires beat at her insides like a drunken drummer.
“That’s great, soldier. No more lose hairs. Now we need to warm up her pubes and soften her skin.”
Nash took a cloth and dipped it into the warm water, then pressed it against her mound. It felt amazing, and Eve shifted her hips slightly to push into the compress.
“That’s it. Snuggle that pussy into my cloth.”
When Nash removed the dripping fabric and put it back in the steaming bowl, Eve thought she might explode. He replaced the cloth with his fingers, pressing here, pulling there.
“What are you doing to me?”
“I’m examining how your hair grows. You don’t want me to shave against the grain. Do you, little one?”
“No, Sir.”
Nash looked up at her, his dark eyes transfixing her. “Time to get you slick and slippery.”
He squirted a big dollop of the white shaving cream into his palm. Eve closed her eyes then felt the hot lather hit her genitalia. She jerked away from the silky foam.
“Sorry, Sir. I told you that I might do that.” A shiver shot up her spine.
“It’s okay, my love. I won’t nick you. I promise. Trust me.”
Oh, my God! I’m really going to let them do this. Like I have a choice? But she knew she did. If she protested enough, said the safe word, it would end. No way.
“Yes, Sir. I trust you. Go ahead and finish my shave.”
“I don’t need your permission, little one.” Nash stood and tweaked her nipples, sending delicious sparks from where his fingers clamped on her breasts down to her pussy, sending her mind to the quiet space.
He knelt back down and blew his hot breath on her mound.
Swish. Swish.
She could feel the blade gliding over her lower flesh, and then he moved up. Her gut tightened. She didn’t move a muscle.
Another round of the blade over her sensitive skin sent a shiver up and down her spine.
She braved a quick look. Kro stared over Nash’s shoulder, looking hypnotized by the workmanship.
Swish.
She closed her eyes tight.
Swish. Swish.
When he stopped, she opened her eyes. Nash pulled out the cloth, twisted it, and then wiped her pussy clean.
“All done.”
The air hit her denuded skin, sending her higher.
Kro grabbed her by the calf. “I need a taste of her depths.”
“Wait, angel. Let’s apply some edible oil then. She’s going to be extra sensitive, and I don’t want her to get a rash.”
Nash’s concern for her well-being made her heart race. Hard on the outside, warm on the inside.
As he applied the pleasant moisturizer to her mound, her own wetness seeped out. She looked down and found Nash and Kronos looking at her as if she were an innocent lamb and they were two hungry wolves.
“Nash, let’s uncover the mirror so she can see what a great job you did on her pussy.” Kro raised his hand and the blanket that had covered the mirror for several days vanished.
“Wait! What if someone is in there, Sir? Watching.”
“Everyone’s asleep but the guards on duty and they don’t go in there.” Kro smile melted her completely. “You’re safe, Eve. Take a look at yourself.”
She did. Her mound was completely bald of all hair. “It looks silly.”
“How does it feel?” Nash grazed the top of her skin with his hand.
“It feels strange, but good, Sir.” She giggled.
“Let me test it out.” Kro moved over. His fingers roamed her flesh, igniting frenzy for more in her pussy. “I can’t find one stray hair. Great job, Nash.”
She looked back at the mirror and hummed to herself. Her pussy did look nice without pubes. In the reflection Nash moved his head, blocking out her newly denuded mound from view.
“Hey, I can’t see.”
“We’re not here to just admire your new look, sweet girl.” He kissed her mound then his tongue slivered through her folds to her clit.
Her stomach flipped and twisted. She curled her hands into fists as the
pressure for release grew. How long would they make her wait? This was torture, pleasurable…yes, but still torture.
“I can’t get enough of you, little one.” Nash went back down on her and licked her folds with the tip of his tongue.
Red sparks danced around the room. Her sparks.
Kro stood up. He massaged her breasts gently, only grazing her sore nipples once with his thumbs. She’d never felt so lust-filled and hazy.
He whispered, “Go with it, sweetheart. Let that bloodline power out.”
“Y-Yes, Sir.” Drunk from their touches, her mind felt woozy as if she’d finished off several cocktails.
Kro kissed her and walked behind her. His finger tickled her backside’s entrance with his application of lube. “You ready for my cock to be in that pretty little ass of yours? Or should I wait?”
“Don’t wait, Sir. Please, I can’t stand much more.” She couldn’t bear anymore of their back and forth treatment, heating her up to a mania only to slow her down to a hum over and over again. She’d never been more sexually pent-up in her life, and the pressure of her lust demanded the dam to break.
“Tell us about your parents? What do you remember about them, little one?” Nash asked before latching onto her sore nipple.
Oh my God! My parents?
“Yes, sweetheart, we want to know about your parents.” Kro stroked her hair.
“I-I don’t remember much. My father, not at all.” She floated in the pleasurable oblivion created by her two immortals for her… to rest her mind.
Nash’s thought shot into her. What about your mother?
She could feel Kronos’s cock between her ass cheeks, teasing the entrance with its tip. Nash’s lips nipped at her breast’s berries. Her head spun. Questions. Desire. Heat. Dizziness.
“She was beautiful. Dark hair, like Micki’s. Hazel eyes, like mine.”
“Tell us about the last time you saw her.” Kronos licked her neck. The memory of the night her mother left, coaxed by their gentle caresses, floated to the front of her thoughts.
“Mommy, mommy! I am afraid. Please don’t leave me!”
Mommy leans down, kisses my head. “Baby, be a big girl. Here’s your white teddy bear.”
I toss the bear across the room. “I-I d-don’t want him. I-I want you.”
“Shhh. Penny is going to take care of you. She’s a nice woman.”
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